the drink was named The Bird Cage, a concoction of many-a-alcoholic taste. And as we grow up and life gives us a reality check, I think the drink is so aptly named for the times we are a part of and the desire of being uncaged.
ran a glance through the world outside
and quickly turned my sight inside
No there were not many-a-differences in fact
Clinging to the pasts and trying hard to define their act
Foolish man, rejoices on the sight
Of the bird stuck in the cage and putting a fight
Alas! he forgets, it’s not the beauty of the feathers
But the strength of the wings that take a flight
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